PWE – Chapter 63 Taking Personal Revenge

Zhu Qingfeng flicked his horsetail whisk, looking every bit the aloof, otherworldly sage.
“Demons are best at disguising themselves. If she disguises herself as an ordinary person, you won’t be able to detect her at all.”

“Daoist, since you say the demon is in Zeyan’s household, then tell us… who in Zeyan’s family is the demon?” a villager asked, frowning at Zhu Qingfeng.

Zhu Qingfeng lowered his head and looked at the compass again. After glancing twice, he suddenly raised his hand and pointed at Xiao Wange.
“It’s her!”

Everyone followed his finger.

When they saw that he was actually pointing at Xiao Wange, they all furrowed their brows deeply, their expressions turning dark.

The Daoist actually claimed Xiao Wange was a demon—clearly, he must be mistaken!

Inside the courtyard, Xiao Wange curled her lips into a cold smile.

Originally she thought Zhu Qingfeng would at least pretend to “open their heavenly eyes” or put on a show before accusing her. She didn’t expect him to directly declare her a demon. It seemed he truly was in a hurry—eager to condemn her, eager to kill her.

“Daoist, who did you say is the demon? Who in Brother Zeyan’s family is the demon?”
At this moment, Zhan Hongxin ran out from the neighboring courtyard. She rushed to Zhu Qingfeng, bewildered.

She already knew her father’s plan. And what a good plan it was.

Surely this Zhu Daoist would kill that wretched Xiao Wange today! That woman must have tampered with her talisman—otherwise it wouldn’t have suddenly stuck to her back and taken effect!

If it hadn’t been for that talisman, she wouldn’t have ended up marrying someone as ugly as Hu Laizi.

The more she thought about marrying that hideous man, the more hatred consumed her. She wanted to drink Xiao Wange’s blood and eat her flesh!

“The demon is that female comrade,” Zhu Qingfeng said sternly, staring coldly at Xiao Wange.

“What did you say? So Brother Zeyan’s wife is a demon?” Zhan Hongxin acted shocked—too exaggeratedly shocked, making it look fake.

Zhao Lijuan and the surrounding villagers all frowned at her, finding her reaction unpleasant.

Inside the courtyard, Zhan Zeyan suddenly spoke coldly:
“This Daoist looks like he’s from that temple on Mount Miwu. Daoist, food can be eaten carelessly, but words cannot be spoken carelessly! My wife is a perfectly normal person, yet you call her a demon. Do you understand that this is slander?”

“Comrade, I never slander anyone. If I say your wife is a demon, I have evidence. I have already detected that she is a snake demon. You know how terrifying snake demons are. And this one is especially good at bewitching hearts. Look at you—you are already bewitched. Don’t worry, comrade. I’m here to save you. With me here, I definitely won’t let her continue enchanting you.”

Floating above the courtyard, Wen Feilan almost spat blood in rage.

“That rotten Daoist is full of nonsense! A snake demon? My Wange is perfectly fine—how is she a snake demon? He’s the one who looks like a snake demon! The type that hurts people!”

She was furious. If not for Wange’s instructions, she would have already rushed out. This hypocritical Daoist was a disgrace to their entire temple.

Xiao Wange smiled faintly. Her mother-in-law was swearing in anger—though honestly, this Daoist truly was revolting.

He harmed her mother-in-law before, and now he came to harm her. If she didn’t teach him a lesson, it would be an insult to all the sins he had committed.

“I don’t need your saving. Daoist, since you like spouting nonsense so much, you’re the one who needs saving. If you want someone to save you, I can recommend someone!”

Zhan Zeyan’s voice was icy, dripping with sarcasm.

Zhu Qingfeng’s brow twitched. This Zhan Zeyan really was unpleasant—how dare he mock him?

He wanted to retort, but Zhao Lijuan spoke first:
“Daoist, I think Zeyan is right. They say Daoist Qingfeng is compassionate like a Bodhisattva. But today, you don’t seem anything like that. Zeyan’s wife is fine, yet you call her a snake demon? What nonsense! If you want to talk nonsense, at least make it believable!”

“Exactly! Saying she’s a snake demon the moment you arrive. Does she look like a snake demon? You say snake demons harm people—but who has Zeyan’s wife harmed? She treats little Zhaozao like her own child! If she were a demon, would she treat a child so well? And Zeyan’s family has been doing better and better lately. They’re living a happy life, yet you want to destroy it? What’s your intention?”

Villagers chimed in, dissatisfied.

Zhu Qingfeng’s brow tightened. What was wrong with the people of Danshui Village? Why were they all defending Xiao Wange?

In the past, whenever he went to a village to perform rituals, the villagers were terrified and respectful. But here—they dare argue with him?!

His expression darkened.
“That is the snake demon’s cunning! She is fooling all of you. If you keep defending her, you’ll bring disaster to your entire village!”

“Tsk, tsk—” Xiao Wange clicked her tongue twice, full of mockery.

She glared at Zhu Qingfeng.
“Daoist, you insist I’m a snake demon—then show evidence. If you can’t, then not only am I not a demon… I’ll say you are the demon. A monster wearing a Daoist’s skin and harming people everywhere. Your heart is truly crooked.”

“You—!” Zhu Qingfeng’s eyes turned cold.

Just then, the village secretary rushed in and sided with Xiao Wange:
“She’s right. A Daoist who barges into someone’s home and randomly accuses people of being demons—that doesn’t sound like a proper Daoist. If you say she’s a demon, bring proof. If you can’t, this matter won’t end today!”

The village chief and many villagers followed behind him.

They hurried over the moment they heard a Daoist had arrived and claimed there was a demon in the village.

But none expected him to accuse Xiao Wange. She was obviously a good person—how could she be a demon? Even they were furious.

“Sigh, you’re all bewitched… all of you.” Zhu Qingfeng shook his head dramatically.

The village chief’s face darkened as he prepared to scold him, but Zhan Songbai emerged from the neighboring yard.

He walked to the gate of Zeyan’s courtyard, glancing coldly at Xiao Wange. Seeing her lounging leisurely in her chair, he clenched his fists, hatred flashing in his eyes.

But he quickly turned to Zhu Qingfeng.
“Daoist, since they want evidence, show it to everyone. I also want to know whether my nephew’s wife is a demon. If she is, we should eliminate her early.”

Hearing that word—eliminate—Zhao Lijuan and the village secretary felt uneasy. The word carried deep resentment… as if he were eager to kill her.

Zhu Qingfeng stroked his beard again and waved his whisk.
“Of course I have evidence. Over the years, I have learned a variety of Daoist arts. Conveniently, I know one that can force a snake demon to reveal its true form.”

“Really?!”
Zhan Hongxin immediately cut in, excitement barely concealed.
“Then please, Daoist, make her show her true form! I always knew Xiao Wange was strange. She sent my mother to jail and ruined my whole family! No normal person would do that—she must be a demon!”

“Zhan Hongxin!” the village chief snapped, frowning.
“Watch your words! I know you have grudges, but you can’t call someone a demon just because of personal resentment. That’s irresponsible—you’re seeking revenge under false pretenses!”

“That’s right. Your mother went to jail because she committed murder. What does that have to do with Zeyan’s wife? And your family falling apart—that’s your own fault. Stop dragging others into it. It only makes you look shameless and hateful,” Zhao Lijuan added sharply.

Before Zhan Hongxin could respond, Zhao Lijuan looked around and said loudly:
“And where is the Hu family? Why is no one from Hu family here? Zhan Hongxin is running her mouth—someone from Hu family should control her! Zhao Qiang, go call Hu Sixiang. Tell him to come manage his wife.”

A young man nodded.
“Alright, I’ll go now.”

Hearing they were calling Hu Laizi, Zhan Hongxin panicked. Her face flashed with hatred and fear.

She quickly shouted,
“Hu Laizi went to town to work—he left early, you won’t find him! And from today on, I won’t go back to the Hu family. I won’t be Hu family’s daughter-in-law anymore—I’m divorcing Hu Laizi!”

Hu Laizi indeed went to town. But Hu Mother hadn’t. Zhan Hongxin simply waited until the old woman left for the fields before running home.

But she truly didn’t want to return. Just looking at Hu Laizi made her nauseous—how could she live with him?

Zhao Lijuan frowned, noticing Hongxin’s bruised and swollen face—clearly beaten. But she felt no sympathy. Zhan Hongxin had always been disliked: lazy, cruel, and she had even bullied little Zhaozao. There was no pity for a girl like her.

She frowned again and told the young man:
“The Hu family still has other members. Bring someone—anyone—from their house. Since Zhan Hongxin is out here spouting nonsense, someone from Hu’s family must drag her back.”